deep beneath the earth fulfill your desire
life and death and birth burning like a fire
body's two days old and there are no maggots
lust for someone cold you will have no regrets
digging for love - in all the right places
digging for love - imagine pale faces
her parts are getting dry
moisturizer mass supply
eyes are open no surprise
no small talking no more lies
rigor mortis makes her stiff
formaldehyde catch a whiff
the nails and hairs are long of course
when you make love to a corpse